QUI EST LÀ?
Sometimes I wonder where we would be; what we would have become if we had not been liberated from ourselves, unburdened of earthly knowledge and possession, set free to stumble (naked) into unlit, stonewalled, spaces. Our dry, empty hands outstretched and shaking, grasping for a touchstone or for balance, brains and bones and stomachs lurching; desperation barely hidden, tucked clumsily beneath the tongue of our colonizers at the sudden sound of anything moving nearby: “Qui est là?”